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Tiak nods and leaves the note on the counter, and takes a sip at his drink. It kind of tickles in his tongue as it goes up, and leaves a strange feeling of filling in his mouth. But other than that, it's very refreshing and tasty. Kind of sweet. Tiak keeps drinking while he chats with the barman.
So... How do you feel about serving here, in the Sparrow?
>It's bullshit. That's what it is. Half of my body is spread between Beta Radiace and Torei III, I've dedicated my life and my guts to serve the republic in combat, fighting those fucking lizards in every shithole of planet they could send me to. And suddenly, the war is over. I'm apparently too crippled to stay in the army and nobody has work for an old veteran. So you end up serving drinks in some forgotten transport ship, where even the kid with the shiny blue uniform can shove you around. No offense, boss.
Uh... I guess you needed to get that out.
>No shit.
Ah... And how do you feel about the current mission?
>My mission is to serve drinks and food to anyone that crosses that door. That's where my concern ends.
What about the captain?
>Nah, boss. I'm not dumb enough to be talking trash of the captain to other crew members.
Have you met the Janitor?
>Oh, yeah. Good ol' Mat. He's a nice guy, but he's not right on the head. He's scaredy like a little zublath. And it's always babbling crazy stuff. Don't mind him.
Alright, thanks for the help and for the drink. If you see anything or anyone suspicious, please tell me.
>No problem, boss.
Alright, thinks Tiak. Now what? He could try to check the Cabin of R. Mikos, or try to enter the Janitor's room, find the Ziranée diplomats, check on Trake, or maybe explore the parts of the ship he hasn't been in yet to look for clues.
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